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We men of Southern blood do not love as you say a Frenchwoman loves." "But," said the countess, with a charming smile, "I thought it was hatred we were talking of." "Ah, madame," cried the barrister, "explained and understood as it has been, that word is still a thing that hurts me.
You can't feel to want to do much in that way till some one hurts you. Then it's different." "It's horrible, Jem!" "Well, I suppose it is; but don't you get looking like that. There'll be no fighting here. I say, Mas' Don, it would be a bit of a game, though, to stick the pynte of this here spear a little way into one of the savages. Wonder what he'd say." "Ah!
All could hear the smashing, rending sounds of havoc his bullets were creating within. "Doctor!" he shouted. "Oh, Doctor! Come on round quick!" In a hoarse aside he spat out feverishly, "Red! Red! my old son! . . . hit bad? Where'd you get it?" "Shoulder! Oh-h!" gasped poor Redmond, moaning and rolling on the shingle in his agony, "Oh, Christ, it hurts!"
Mott should do it; nor would Newton be any the less a quack and a humbug. Newton has operated at the East already. He had a career at New Haven and Hartford, and in other places, before he steered westward in the wake of the "Star of Empire." What he does is simply to ask what is the matter, and where it hurts.
I was heartsick, discouraged, and full of resentment and indignation, which until then had been pent up. Under the arraignment my people writhed and squirmed. I ended: "What I am saying hurts you, but in your hearts you know you deserve every word of it. It is high time you saw yourselves as you are a disgrace to the religion you profess and to the community you live in."
Rick felt a hand grip his chin and opened his eyes. The intern was examining his face with a strong flashlight beam. "Messy but superficial," the intern said calmly. "I'll bet it hurts." "You win," Rick muttered. "How did it happen?" Steve described Rick's accident briefly. The intern nodded. He shined the light into Rick's eyes and watched the pupils contract. "Possible concussion.
And now, my very dear Tabs, almost my brother, if this hurts you, please take revenge by bundling me out of your mind. I was never your equal, never worthy of you, though you placed me on a pedestal that was far above you. Comfort yourself by believing that if you'd married me, you would have found this out.
"Do you guess at all why it hurts me to jar with you?" he said finding his words in a rush, he did not know how "Why every syllable of yours matters to me? It is because I have hopes dreams which have become my life!
"Did you see her, Seraph?" The Seraph was sitting on the floor, his head on his knees. He raised a tear-flushed face. "I'm 'most too cwushed to wemember," he said, huskily. "But I fink Lucy was fat. It's a vewy bad fing to be fat, 'cos the cane hurts worser."
Your arm still bleeds. Let us bind it." "It is nothing only a scratch!" But Zangamon insisted. "Master," said he, "in this we cannot obey you. See? While you and the woman talked I fetched water, as you commanded. Now I must wash your hurts and bind them." Allan had to accede. Together the two Merucaans examined the injuries with words of commiseration.
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